I Wonder What Can Thirty-Minutes Bring – Sonnet Forty-Six

I wonder what can thirty-minutes bring?  
I know, if sheets still gripped and curled us in,  
With fingers’ stretch and twist, wet exploring  
I could still bring your moans’ and screams’ begin.  

Or spin and have my tongue your lips implore,  
As you would take me in and bring with drive  
The rise of things to come, that you adore  
When spin brings rise within those lips arrive.  
 
But then can half-an-hour true suffice?  
For can such bringing, lips and rise contend,  
Be bought with only thirty-minutes’ price,  
When we would break-the-bank in ho-urs’ spend?  
 
So best, for now, I bring this sonnet’s write,  
And save the other bringings for “all night.”